Weekend Writing Prompt #27 – Circle

A word and photo prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  Use the prompts separately or together.  It’s up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.

Word Prompt

 Circle

Photo Prompt

 

Challenge

Prose Challenge – Write a story, with a maximum word count of 50, that is inspired by today’s prompt and a past prompt.  Don’t forget to let us know which past prompt you use.  (You can find previous Weekend Writing Prompts here)

Poetry Challenge – Write a rhyming poem in 14 lines or less that deals with the them of “going round in circles”.

Can’t wait to read what you have come up with!

47 thoughts on “Weekend Writing Prompt #27 – Circle

  1. God’s morning Sammi C, Namaste 🙂

    Saturday morning arrives at last with a sky pebble-dashed and cast grubby grey like the flesh of a decaying corpse 🙂

    How are you today? You’ve set quite a challenge this week Sammi: not so much devious or dastardly, dark or daunting, the challenge offers escapism, and chance to ‘break out’.

    Are you writing a submission Sammi? 🙂

    I thought I’d have a go at the poem: it reminded me of last Saturday when I was in the local charity shop. I bought a Course Plotting Kit as would be used by a Helmsman to plot a navigational course. The sprightly adventurous and charming elderly lady in the shop – she is my favourite and will play ‘our tunes’ when I go in – we shared a delightful discussion about ticking check boxes on life’s to-do list, whilst I explained that I would not be opening the still brand new Kit I had bought but had purchased it as a symbol to hold in my hand. Her response was to tell me of recent experiences she had had ‘flying’ in sorts of different ways. She had taken a hot-air balloon flight across Wales, had glided, flown in an aircraft, and a helicopter and best of all had done a parachute jump! The twinkle in her eye when she was telling me all about it was infectious. She has never lost her inner child in all her years, and indeed now when she was in the late autumn of her long day had she found opportunity to relive the experience of vibrant youth by taking its spirit up a notch or two. I thought she was awesome 🙂

    ~ Course Plotter Kit ~ By Dewin Nefol ~

    Lazy dotes dozy dotes dashing darting floating motes
    Speed streak shoot scurry scuttling in sunlight in absolute hurry
    To hie with haste to zoom and race, to hurtle and hare with lightening pace
    To scramble scamper streak and speed, whisking whirling with deliberate need
    To razzle dazzle drizzle sizzle, dotting a pathway through the very middle
    Of a lyrical riddle cooked up on the griddle of Sammi’s Saturday fest!
    With zest and zoom and a little room to scribble a line or two,
    I’ll follow gold-dust’s gold-rush spotting and plotting with flash and flare
    A scintillating course to the top of stairs, to a figure that waits in flaming gold
    Glinting edge to wings unfurled, glimmering shimmering silver montage
    A spectre a vision a visual barrage overwhelming my senses sabotage,
    Undermining refining the chemical potage, realigning redefining my blooming corsage
    The rose that grows in my buttonhole, for the world to see and for all to know
    That this humble Poet who follows gold streams: mote’s spectacular course towards auriferous seams
    On a stairway fashioned with starry dreams, upwards and upwards on Mercurial beams,
    To an enchanting figure waiting in beguiling haze, educating motes in their vector ways
    Leading a course moving away from circular life blinded by delusional glaze:
    Of ‘going round in circles’ for endless days, until one day when led astray
    By golden dust plotting pathway up a staircase never-ending
    Never-ending always ascending, ever ascending unending yet ending where it did begin:
    Standing at the mirror naked to the skin, gazing at the Wizard, the Legendry Merlin.
    ~*~

    Thank you for setting another excellent challenge this week to tease the little grey cells and tempt footsteps up the stairway. Sometimes one has to take a first step on another new way: not so much a leap of faith but more a small step on a different journey 🙂

    Have a wonderful weekend, take care of one and all, including the royal we 🙂 Hugs to the grimalkins.

    Love and Peace. Namaste 🙂

    DN

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  2. Afternoon Sammi, Namaste 🙂

    Another entry, or re-entry from orbit lol 🙂

    ~ Strike ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~

    Hermes was above when Plato was below
    Their connection assured in the Mercurial glow
    Of a lightening strike, enlightening shadow
    From which Allegories of the Cave did flow.
    ~*~

    Namaste 🙂

    DN

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  3. Hey Sammi, Namaste 🙂

    Another entry having escaped gravity with vector velocity 🙂

    ~ Mindful ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~

    Both mindless yet mindful
    Senseless but sensual
    Hemispherical oracle
    Entirely circumnavigational
    If believing in the miracle of
    Imagination’s supernatural!
    ~*~

    Love and Peace to Artists. Namaste 🙂

    DN

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  4. Hey Sammi, Namaste 😀

    Another one? 🙂

    ~ Curve ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~

    If I were Light would I lessen my suave and curve to Gravity?
    Science’s suggested hierarchy.
    What do fools know about space-time,
    Or about the truth of illuminated lines?
    ~*~

    Namaste 🙂

    DN

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  5. Hey Sammi C, Namaste 🙂

    Another one. 🙂

    ~ Mesh ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~

    Arcs curves circular geometry
    Diameters parameters circumferences
    Technical theoretical unnecessary references, when
    One flies like a fish in space-time mesh.
    ~*~

    Namaste 🙂

    DN

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  6. Hey Sammi, Namaste 🙂

    Hmm, okay, another one 🙂

    ~ Circle ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~

    Suspicious line so flat so fine
    So intent imaginatively indifferent!
    So alone so prone to point poignantly
    With purpose to focus mentality
    Yet seemingly lacking any flare
    Panache poise posture or dare
    To be different or find new form
    Stepping off paths trodden well worn
    By endless feet tramping in rhyme
    Missing Plato’s geometrical sign
    Towards Republic and the Arts,
    Elevated human minds.
    ~*~

    Namaste 🙂

    DN

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  7. Hey Sammi, Namaste again 🙂

    One more poem 🙂

    ~ O is for Horus ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~

    Spliced thrice by mystical blades
    Deep in an underground tomb,
    Where Priests pray and a Devil plays
    With knives in a blood-splattered room.
    ~
    Spit and dispatched to four corner of the globe
    Osiris lay dying if not for his betrothed,
    Who gathered his body and made him whole,
    Whose Love filled his body, his mind his soul.
    ~
    Spilt from Love’s union came a Hawk Winged Dove
    Fluttering as Horus on fledgling Wings of Love,
    Became Egypt’s enigma, elusive God from Above
    It is O Mighty Ra who I am speaking of.
    ~*~

    Namaste 🙂

    DN

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    • Hey Reena, Namaste 🙂

      😀 It seems you were also inspired by the prompt! That’s 12 poems between us, not a bad effort in response to a challenge, don’t you think 🙂 Perhaps the others who contribute will also do the same until there are amassed 50 poems or pieces of flash fiction and prose left here in response and Sammi can have them published as a Saturday Challenge Anthology 🙂

      Do you think that lays down a sufficiently rewarding gauntlet for others with quills to rise and submit to and have the Saturday Challenge become a global phenomenon? It could happen! 🙂

      Namaste 🙂

      DN

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      • lol 😀 That sounds a fine excuse (if ever one needs one lol) to disappear down the rabbit hole in search of Alice at the bottom end of a bottle of expensive dessert wine 🙂 Served with cake of course. And with the Grimalkins alongside to cosy up next to and cutch with ::)

        Nos da. Breuddwydion melys Reena (Sweet dreams.

        Namaste 🙂

        DN

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  10. Hey Sammi, Namaste 🙂

    Is this the tenth entry? 🙂 Am I allowed to do that?

    ~ Out And About ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~

    Jest-streams light beams starlit gleams
    All are Dark Matters that flutter this Wizard’s dreams
    As he stands about gazing with no time to care
    Upon the rim of one bright star with Venusian flare:
    One scalloped surfing rippling foam,
    One Star always loving to roam,
    Transiting Earth, a place She calls home.
    Never-ending will she be transiently prone
    Love, who is Mother, Maiden and Crone.
    Beneath her Star we’ve all grown.
    Brighter for her Beauty and her elegant Grace
    For the Beatific Gaze from her shining face
    Whose Harmonious Curves I Love to trace
    And race and race and race quick pace
    Until caught in the web of her Chantilly Lace!
    When going round in circles is a needless waste
    Of energy and effort, tis wasted haste, and years
    Of tears distemper disdain, round and round and round again
    Flying in circles throughout spangled wilderness.
    When within this Star is the Love of my Goddess.
    ~*~

    Love and Peace. Namaste 🙂

    DN

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  11. Hey Sammi, Namaste 🙂

    I’m back from the shops. Not sure this has much to do with circles but I wrote it anyway 🙂 lol

    Bedevilled one night or perhaps I was blessed
    Alone walking paths through the wilderness,
    When of a sudden fog descended,
    My passage way hidden my view ended
    Where upon I looked down and about my toes
    Where legion after legion of Cauldron Ready Toads,
    The type that gather amassed at crossroads
    The Toads of Crossroads and not of Toad Hall,
    Are Edible Toads who taste delightful
    Baked with cheese on an iron griddle
    Or dry-roasted on an oven pebble
    Sprinkled with sugar glazed with honey
    (The set type of honey and not the runny )
    Plated and served with a dash of cream, and
    Low-and-behold you have Crackerjack dream,
    Not merely a pudding but a dessert supreme
    A banquet a feast, nay a magical canteen,
    The meal of Wizards walking lonely dark seams
    In a wilderness riddled with crossroads and griddles
    With pebbles and pretty maidens all in a row
    With cockles and shells and jingling bells
    And ‘good day Merlin,’ wherever I go.
    ~
    Tis true to say I’ve seen Aurora, bought a sweet or maybe two,
    Plus cartons of sweet Lychee juice, nature’s flavoursome brew.
    Some tea-bags some coffee, crisps nuts minced beef stew
    And oranges and grapes, apples bananas and pears,
    Fruits of the harvest for a journey up the stairs,
    To the flaming figure who waits stands and glares
    Who dares me approach where only God’s declare
    The rightful palace to home their gilded chairs,
    Yet here am I courageously stepping, stepping two stairs at a time,
    One missed with sheer audacity, the other penned with elegant rhyme,
    Not once, not twice but 33 times, until but a hair’s width away,
    Just one breath from the summit: ‘go on you’ve nearly done it’
    ‘You’ve nearly found a way! A way this day where other have failed,’
    ‘Else been flailed and fanned with flame! Chastised by pain,’
    ‘Will they never dare again seeking passage into Venus’s Heart.’
    ‘But you have come far to find her Star, but still I cannot let you in.’
    ‘Should you try to get past, you will never last, in the blast before we find you!’
    ‘So go ahead my friend, for I shall defend Lady Venus with my life!’
    ‘And you will linger longer on the edge of death: on the edge of my glinting knife!’
    ~*~

    Namaste 🙂

    DN

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  12. Hey Sammi, Namaste 🙂

    And another…the story continues 🙂 lol The last poem was called Toads 🙂

    ~ Toad off Road ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~

    Twas a dark dark night when a dark dark light
    Hid a swarthy dark Knight dressed head to toe in black.
    Helmet-headed battle-axe steadied for war was he readied,
    His shield impenetrable to front-on attack.
    ~
    In the swelling gloom I found some room to muse an idle thought,
    And to my bag of tricks I turned delving deeper and deeper to sought
    A potion pilfered from Merlin’s pack, it was too late now to put it back,
    So I had better take a wee quick dram, and disappear into a conundrum
    ~
    A bitter taste like I’ve had once before, one remembered from the Puffball Spore,
    That day a blur a fading haze, a mushroom moment lasting daze,
    But this is a potion to entirely phase the gaze of an enemies glazing stare,
    ‘Suddenly appearing right before you, and then suddenly I’m not there!”
    ~
    Tip tap toe tip tap toe, my feet step softly wherever I go,
    Until stood before the Dark Knight’s eyes, invisible in my invisible disguise,
    Where upon I stole a single key to the door beyond and mystery,
    So now tip-toeing do I swagger past with full sails upon my fleet-footed mast.
    ~
    Sailing I’m gaining, I’m making haste for the door,
    The huge golden one rising evermore, evermore a rising Tor
    Rising and rising beyond surprising for this is Venus’s Door,
    No man has set foot upon hallowed ground, shall I be first to explore?
    ~
    Where angels fear to tread I rush in, inserting the golden key,
    Turning the lock I open the door to trumpeting horns in harmony!
    And the rush that blinds so I cannot see her nakedness next to me,
    Nor have her Beauty lulling me, when Love and Grace are bestowed on me.
    ~*~

    Namaste 🙂

    DN

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  13. Hey Sammi, Namaste 🙂

    In the swarthy glow of the midnight hour, one more poem 🙂 lol

    The story continues…

    ~ Toads Know Where To Go ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~

    My eyes are blinded by Love’s tender burning,
    My sight cleansed of all empirical learning
    Existentially yearning: yearning to know much more,
    To learn so much more before writing my yore
    Else head on into tomorrow’s new day.
    ~
    But now no longer a Fool quick to fall, but blindly still reeling,
    Swollen with Love, swelling with pride, emotional tender feeling,
    Swollen to the tip of my heart’s brimming rim: my sin replaced with Love and Grace
    My Heart outstanding beating pounding, her voice inside me softly sounding
    As I let go, let her flow deep within the heart of me,
    Where she fills and spills her spinning spells, her rapturous mystery,
    For the Love my Goddess Venus gives, is Love to set me free.
    ~*~

    Love and Peace. Namaste 🙂

    DN

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  14. Hey Sammi, Namaste 🙂

    I couldn’t resist continuing 🙂

    ~ Toadly Awesome ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~

    So there am I, knelt to the floor, my head spinning with spells for evermore,
    By a Goddess who is always veiled from me: sacred flesh retains her mystery
    Yet in my mind where she appears to me, my Goddess is exquisite Beauty,
    Unfurled from her moist rosy red case, she unfolds pretty petals with scarlet Grace.
    ~
    She is like none ever seen, like none ever seen in layman’s dreams,
    But Wizard’s know all her streams, for they wander in wonder along all her seams,
    Seeking Magic caught on Horns of a Mighty Bull, the Crystal Ball balanced on a Wizard’s Staff.
    Some think it an accessory but they’re quite daft, dismissing a Wizard’s wooden half,
    A deft weapon of power if upon the hour, a Wizard ever has need to dispel riff-raff.
    ~
    But not here in this temple, in the most holiest of shrines,
    Where Venus lies recumbent in rosy red shine,
    Whispering she is chanting every loving line,
    Written by a Wizard in double quick time.
    ~*~

    Namaste 🙂

    DN

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  15. Hey Sammi, Namaste 🙂

    Elvis is playing. Here is another poem.

    ~ Toadly Awesome (continued,,,) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~

    Blissed enraptured she has me captured, contained in my Heart,
    Right from the start, I was always her tart, her poet, secret pleasure,
    Quiet leisure she plays with filling my measure: my measure a treasure
    With inky-stain tease: the temptations of a Goddess who Loves to please.
    ~*~

    Namaste 🙂

    DN

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  16. Hey Sammi, Namaste 🙂

    Another poem to add to the bag 🙂

    And how she pleases when she pleases, when she teases her poet!
    Whilst others may know it, the passion the pain, the laughter the tears, the rewards the gain,
    The endless hours reaching in vain, for words ever falling as relentless rain,
    Upon the arid desert plain, where Venus seeds Love’s earthly Reign,
    To root and grow the creative few, whose vision inspires whose panoramic view
    Guides nations with notions and ideas blessed, with Love and Peace and Happiness.
    ~*~

    Namaste 🙂

    DN

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  17. Hey Sammi C, Namaste 🙂

    I have to go on, I cannot go slack. When a mind walks up stairs, there can be no going back lol 🙂

    ~ Toadly Awesome (Continued…) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~

    With Love and Peace and Happiness,
    Art leading people from the wilderness,
    Where like toads on crossroads we live in a riddle,
    Each one us waiting for the hot-stone pebble, and
    The cauldron bubbling like a demon possessed,
    Where shaken not stirred shall Artist’s be blessed.
    ~
    And pressed to Venus to suckle her breast,
    Gaia’s children returning to their inner most nest,
    To write with love’s labour and never rest:
    To adore Venus the Goddess and her Bright Star with zest,
    From the bottom of the heart of one’s treasure chest.
    ~*~

    Namaste 🙂

    DN

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  18. Hey Sammi, Namaste 🙂

    Okay then, just one more before lights out at Castle Deeply Dewin 🙂

    ~ Pillow Talk ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~

    “Dewin,” she whispered, “do you really want to see?”
    “Then sail deeply into the very heart of me.”
    “And see deeper into the very dark of me.”
    “Sink deeper in and out of me,”
    “Rise and fall in my estuary”
    “Like a tidal wave flow with me,”
    “Crest crash tumble with me.”
    “Faster faster never slow with me,”
    “Quicker quicker sailing my sea,”
    “Come go faster deep within me,”
    “Until sweet Union as one, blissful matrimony,”
    “Alchemically Wed, Coniunctio Mystery.”
    ~*~

    Nos da. Namaste 🙂

    DN

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  19. Hey Sammi C, Beguiling Writer with Bewitchery, Namaste 🙂

    I made a hot-chocolate drink, so chance for one more to make 21 🙂

    ~ ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~

    “Invisibility cloaks are the stuff of dreams, the lines of a poet his musing gleams.”
    “Wizard’s wear for wizards who control their quills, contain their lust overcome their thrills.”
    “Who channel energy upwards into the mind, and downwards into diamond mines,”
    “From thrones turning on an axis of Five, sits Dewin Nefol keeping his Merlin alive!”
    ~*~

    Hot choccy drained to the very last drop, and I Dewin Nefol just have to stop.
    With 21 done, I’ve had my fun, but now I must retire.
    For Dewin is sleepy and his quill now droopy, and late is the befuddling hour,
    So to one and all who may flutter by, ‘life is a Fairy Tale: your sweet lullaby.”
    ~*~

    Sweet dreams in all ways for always and always and in all ways for always, always and always! 🙂

    Love and Peace to Transient Priests and Transient Wandering Stars. Namaste 🙂

    DN

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  22. Hey Sammi C, Namaste 🙂

    Happy Sunday 🙂 A beautiful day here in Wales, I hope it was the same for you. This evening the sky is festooned with a riot of orchestrated colour: fireworks explode everywhere I look, it is magnificent! And I so lucky to live on my bryn with a view across the City where I live. Far, far away atop the horizon are billowing balls of blooming light, each a flower blossoming for so short a time, yet each giving it everything to the moment they shine. We should live life like fireworks. I think Katy Perry had it right lol 🙂

    I was charmed to the window this afternoon, just before fireworks started to bloom, when there right before my eyes, arose a rose in multi-coloured guise…

    ~ Rainbow Revisited (Part 1) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol

    Aspiring spires spearing spectres, rising inspiring soaring climbing
    Reaching raking grasping breaking through the misted veil. Still pale
    This morning hidden behind drapes, a dream within which one escapes
    The rat race of life the trouble and strife, the daily grind that griddles and grates.
    ~
    We all understand the wrath of pain: the grapes that feed us again and again,
    Weathered and tethered face all leathered behind a guise to guarantee gain,
    Daily we flout our skills about without once ever asking why? Why fly with them,
    When the sky is falling and a new day dawning, one to take your breath away!
    ~
    By the window when to my absolute delight a Rainbow shimmered O so bright,
    Not complete was she but of expansive delight, far wider than any I have ever caught sight,
    Wider in girth she was magnificent, connected to earth she was munificent.
    Pregnant I thought squatted giving birth, to a New Age here on Planet Earth.
    ~
    Many Rainbows I have seen and followed in my dreams,
    But none like this effervescent bloom: chromatic creation lifting gloom
    With her seven-fold gild her colours stilled at the very edge of sincere.
    How queer thought I as she gave birth to the sky, for a Rainbow to so brightly glow.
    ~
    I didn’t know quite how to feel as I stood gazed and felt myself reel: or be reeled-in,
    Romanticising imagining she was shaped all curvy for me, her See her Wizard to be,
    Bard of the City he surveys! The games she plays when she can’t let me be, (alone without her inking me!)
    Softly she formed her arcing curve, arched her back with vim and verve, scarlet in my thoughts unheard!
    ~
    She may have been wrong if not for my smile: worn ear-to-ear mile after mile,
    Gazing out across the City towards the headland sitting pretty painted by Grace,
    Where she shimmers brightly sprightly vibrantly all colours of her face:
    Her skin so thin she shines within, my Goddess wears silk bows of delicate lace.
    ~
    Her smoulder grew bolder her prayer ever louder until I could hear what she had to say,
    “I’ll love you always in all ways for always and always, if you listen to what I say.”
    “Open both peepers remove both blinkers, come gaze deeply into my eyes.”
    “Wise and Sagacious wild and rapacious, when you ‘see’ me you’ll be in for a surprise!”
    ~*~

    lol 😀 A little bit of sincere fun to add to the elegant clarity of a Rainbow 🙂

    Have a wonderful week. Take care of one and all in all ways always.

    God Bless. Namaste 🙂

    DN

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  23. Good evening Sammi, Namaste 🙂

    Sunday fades and slowly closes,
    Flowers furl in hedges whilst posies
    And petals draw back from night,
    Encased recumbent sleeping tight 🙂
    ~

    Hoping you’ve had a wonderful weekend. Take care. Hugs for the G’s 🙂

    Namaste 🙂

    DN

    ~ Rainbow Revisited (Part 2) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~

    “A surprise?” Said I with still closed eyes for I had no courage to see!
    This Goddess of Love recumbent here: She was right in front of me!
    When barely a whisper a sound moving quicker than the beat of my frantic heart,
    Gave sudden start to my eyes and in my surprise I opened them wide apart!
    ~
    “Dewin Nefol,” said She softly to me, “what do you see when you look at me?”
    “What do you see deep within? What is there when you stand and stare?”
    “But another Stairway to Heaven?” “So are you driven Dewin Nefol,”
    “Will you take a ride, upwards and onwards always forever on my technicolor slide?”
    ~
    Well, I was speechless dumbfounded disquieted and confused!
    I was elevated invigorated I was baffled bewitched and bemused!
    Neither by her song so softly spun nor by her hymn a gently hum, but
    By the radiance of my bedazzling Muse and her additional layers of Plum!
    ~
    Plumb as in Purple and tones thereof, gradients of colour when one is in-Love!
    In-Love with a Rainbow who shoots her flare, arcing her back with arching flare,
    With dare to be different raised from the ground, her summit evaporated visibly unfound,
    Ascending through clouds flat bottomed and white, her colours shining sweeter evermore bright.
    ~
    She was poised in pose as a Muse on the podium: her afflatus my Utopian.
    My dreaming gleaming in purple and puce, I couldn’t turn away it was no use,
    She captivated my gaze with her purple haze: her colours extending never-ending either side of her arc,
    Were remarkably different to anything I’d seen, each was violet and gold with deep silver sheen.
    ~
    This sheen as seen in a spectrum’s gleam brought small tears to my eyes: not least the surprise
    When she revealed her wise and counselled ways, guiding me lovingly in my visual haze.
    “Dewin, “said She gently, “what is it that you now see, if not light beyond the spectrum of human capability?”
    “Your eyes are sensitive to shades more thinly pale than the intermediate light of Aurora’s pinkly-blue veil.”
    ~
    “Where others only see seven shades of me, you see twelve with the thirteenth hidden.”
    “Within this bright is a dimension just right for a Wizard to travel Light-waves: where once they are ridden,”
    “Shall you be quickened else driven to furiously race: driven to speed driven to haste, finding new form with rapid pace.”
    “And sincere new words with heartfelt grace: for now you have seen beyond my lace, beyond this dimension of dimensional space,”
    ~
    “You have seen the gleam within my eyes the purple in my veins.”
    “The Passion I have to share with all, if only my Love would reign.”
    “And fall upon the arid Land as if a compassionate rain: enrich the soil to grow the seed,”
    “Tend to birthing pain: when Eden is born and a new Goddess sworn to fulfil every need,”
    “Shall Love rise on Earth to conquer all, including propensity for greed.”
    “Shall Love rise on Earth to conquer all shining ever-green:”
    “The verdurous green as always seen in violet dreams: the Amethyst colours of a Lavender Queen.”
    ~*~

    ‘May Venus Visit Us And Always Be Viv Us!’

    Namaste 🙂

    DN

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      • Hey Dewin, Weaver of Epic Poetry! How many poems did you manage to post here? The scale is truly mind-blowing – I lost count lol You really are marvellous. It might take me sometime to read and appreciate them all, but I will do it, have no fear 🙂 Hope you’re having a great week, filled with the brightest of blessings, which in turn you will capture in even more poems 🙂

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      • Hey Sammi, Namaste 🙂

        How are you this freaky Friday following Halloween? 🙂

        More poems?? Good grief Charlie Brown! How many more?? 🙂

        You don’t have to read them all Sammi 🙂 If you do, then thank you! for your enjoyment and appreciation 🙂 I think there are 23 or there about?

        I’m already looking forward to Saturday. What is this week’s prompt? 🙂

        I enjoyed writing the comments here, the moving in and out with the ebb and flow of ideas and playing with thoughts was a lot of fun, driven as I was by some unknown impulse. I spent Saturday and Sunday with your blog showing…I do that sometimes to keep in touch with ideas and following thoughts until too tired to think anymore. The last poem when the quill was droopy and I very sleepy is a statement of fact. I think it was enough writing for one day…and yet getting to sleep I must have written a few more.

        Leaving behind the Rainbow on Sunday for convoluted reality on Monday was a balancing act that returns me again today to the dream…

        Plotting courses on sunlit beams to unknown destinations,
        To far beyond the furthest gaze or wish for elevated stations,
        To high above the highest clouds where only Eagles dare,
        To where night time crowds and starlit shroud conceal the eerie flare,
        From a silhouette a phantom, from a ghost upon the wing,
        One feathered as a Raven, one born to slice away,
        Misery and memory from the cold light of day.
        The Raven he flies solo amongst the stars,
        Listening to fears as they rise to fly far,
        And away on jet-streams and moonbeams,
        On the solar highway: far far away from troubled hearts,
        Who long for Love and brave new starts,
        Yet cherish ashes in grey ashen hearths
        Where embers warm a weeping wound,
        Where Love will never find loving room,
        Amongst the smoke of living gloom,
        In a garden ever failing to bloom,
        Posies and roses and pretty bells,
        Maidens and cockles with shiny new shells…
        So let the Raven flutter and scatter your woe,
        Carved out the darkness of your darkest foe,
        Nightmares and stallions aglow aglow,
        Deep in the depths of your deepest shadow,
        Found bound where none else will go,
        But for a Raven with the skill to know,
        How to romance the darkness, cut away misery,
        Scythe away pain with Love tenderly,
        Whilst you sleep and turn, wrestle and dream
        Beneath the swarthy dark feathers of a Raven’s wings.
        ~*~

        Namaste 🙂

        DN

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  24. 14 prompt words

    Coming here had been intentional, but losing her guardian was accidental. Now shadowed by doubt, fear fragmented her thinking, made her freeze with indecision. An abundance of colors and light spun in intricate circles, dizzying her. She wished to just rest in the shadows, to succumb to the deepening emptiness.

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